Chapter 17. A Concert Pick-up I was at a Friday night rock concert at the House of Blues and as usual it got very crowded very quickly. I decided to head towards the back wall thinking that if I was not going to get a good view I would at least have something to lean on. I had just gotten to my spot when I was jostled from behind by a small redheaded woman...
Even with the djinni sultana absent, Jumishat's mealtime festivities continued well into the night, the guests having themselves such an enjoyable time to the extent that most did not even notice that their host had long since left them until it reached its end. Gradually, each of the guests would take their leave, either to return to their homes or enjoy th...
Dan had arranged for the final evening of his turns in surprising his wife to deliver her greatest fantasy she had always had. He knew she was an exhibitionist that had already been displayed this week. He also knew that she was kinky enough to get into the bi sexual and role-playing games so he had decided to do her one better. For months he had searched fo...
The Catnip Club I was in the city on one of my bimonthly business trips and, as usual I stopped by the Catnip Club the final night of my trip. I had a lot of difficulty finding a parking space, usually the parking lot is less than half full in the early evening but this evening it was packed and the closest parking space I could find was a block away. The...
Chapter 4: Video Dixie Dixie’s Office November 6, 10:07 a.m. Dixie had chosen her Power Suit to wear today. A navy blue skirt that hung just past her knees, a matching tailored jacket with a white silk blouse with a touch of frill in the form of a bow at the collar. The ensemble was completed with simple strap pumps with three-inch heels. She was proud o...
"Dear Mr. Soaperstein: The New Hampshire Board of Parole believes in your repentance (finally), but is concerned that you have no job skills, having spent twenty-seven of your 39 years either using and selling heroin or making "Live Free or Die" license plates. However, one of our Parole board members has a share in a local business, a little shop that has...
He sat in the Adirondack chair and looked out at the lake. It was still early: the sun was barely over the eastern mountain and dew was still on the other chairs situated on the beach. He loved this time of day, the cool air, the waterfowl on the lake awaking, and the lack of activity allowing him to hear the soft lapping as the water reaches the sand. He cl...
I awoke to the sound of Alicia's cellphone ringing on the desk in the far corner of her room. "Hey," I murmured, still half-asleep. "You gonna get that?" We were sharing her queen-sized bed, after having spent the night watching '80s horror films and pigging out--a typical Friday night, but a tradition that would be coming to an end sooner than either of u...
Samantha Eldridge was proud of herself. At the young age of 25 she had already made herself a millionaire in the telecommunications business. Her climb up the corporate ladder had been swift and efficient. Two thousand people technically worked under her now, many a great deal older than her. Too bad, she thought. Some people just aren't cut out for upper ma...
Chapter 7: The race resumes The excitement in the afternoon air crackled like electricity. Erika nudged her raven-haired friend. "What do you think?" Becky glanced at the blonde. What did she think? Other than not having seen much of Thomas lately, she thought that life was pretty much perfect. And she had Erika to thank. It was the blonde who'd found t...